In the run up to Christmas, the Madeleine Milburn Literary Agency will be posting an entry from one of our authors each day, offering anything from writing tips and their inspiration, to Christmas memories and their wishes for the year to come.
A Mum’s Christmas Carol
On the first day of Christmas my daughter gave to me – not enough notice to knock up a costume for the school Nativity (she’s a Nazarene…?!)
On the second day of Christmas my mother gave to me – a long phone call about who was going to cook what, give what, buy what. She also became the eighty fifth person to ask me what the kids wanted so I scraped the barrel. Some……pens..?
On the third day of Christmas the postman gave to me – red and white cards which indicated I needed to go to the post office to collect my ‘home deliveries’. Again.
On the fourth day of Christmas the school gave to me – an extended shift at the fair on the tombola
On the fifth day of Christmas the school fair gave to me – not five gold rings but a nice virus that’s been going round and apparently is more contagious than the plague.
On the sixth day of Christmas my back gave to me – a slipped disc bought on by trying to simultaneously push two supermarket trolleys, both of which were filled with enough food to feed eight hundred giants for three weeks. Have we got enough crackers/dates? ‘No one likes dates.’ ‘It doesn’t matter. Grab three packs. Just make sure we’ve got all the random stuff we’ll be too full to eat. Have we got enough? HAVE WE?’
On the seventh day of Christmas my diary gave to me – three nights out in a row which I faced with steely, grim determination.
On the eighth day of Christmas I gave to myself – such a big hangover it nearly caused me to pass out in the aisles of Sainsbury’s where I’d popped back for ‘a few bits I’d missed.’
On the ninth day of Christmas my son gave to me – a weepy moment after I’d put him to bed and heard him singing Little Donkey to himself in the dark. It’s the unexpected moments that get you.
On the tenth day of Christmas my credit card gave to me – a minor heart attack when I realised that yet again I’d gone over budget by several hundred quid.
On the tenth day of Christmas my home gave to me – the problem of where to actually hide all the crap I’d bought for the children. Should I sew it into my duvet? Bury it in the garden? I have no more space. Perhaps I’ll hide it in the kitchen cupboards and sellotape said cupboards shut.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my greed gave to me – cellulite and a complexion resembling suet.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my partner gave to me – an argument about what it was exactly he was doing to help with project Christmas apart from buy his Dad some socks.
And then it was here and my family gave to me – a day to remember. And suddenly, it all seemed worth it. Merry Christmas everyone!
Jemma Forte‘s latest book, IF YOU’RE NOT THE ONE, explores the possible lives of Jennifer Wright, who falls into a coma after an accident and there experiences the turns her life could have taken had she stayed with three of her old boyfriends. Published by Mira Books in February 2014.